Backstory: Started talking to a random dude on Omegle and he asks my nationality, Which i answers. He starts talking about how great Amerika is and then he asks me to say ONE thing that is larger in Sweden than in Amerika.

As the scouting was complete and Jocke was rappelling down on the deck he heard a loud noise coming from the closest entrance.He unshouldered his Mp7 and ran towards the area.

As he looked around the corner he saw the two men involved standing happily and abut to enter . Jocke called out to the two and pointed at a now broken beam lockin the upper corner of the door.

He stood there Laughing at them as the two realised their mistake.Jocke stepped out on the open deck to lock for Olivia but was caught in a large wave crossing the deck and was swept towards the edge of the ship.-Shit , SHIT SHIT!!- Jocke screamed as the Edge came closer and closer .Just as he flew over the edge the rifle strap was caught in the rusty remain of the railing and left him hanging only a few yards above sea level.

-Dammit- Jocke proclaimed, hi The strap was biting in to his skin more and more and he had dropped his communication, Screaming would be nearly pointless. If nobody saw him glide away there were only a minimal chance he was gonna get out of there.He tried to get a hold of the situation, His left arm was bleeding slightly there was blood dripping from above the eyes and he had a terrible headache.As he was estimating his survival rate he got a glimpse through the small round window closest to him. ' Movement, there were definitely movement down there!

(( There could have been a few zombies trapped in between containers.(This one ain't dead right?) ))